Crazy... all crazy!
Count Cruz sat in the auditorium quietly listening to the discussions of the surrounding audience.
If at the beginning the dilapidated and desolate arena has undergone a huge change, one side has become a lush forest, and the other side has become an evil place like the habitat of the dead, the behavior of the audience around Count Cruz will be cheered at most. .
Count Cruz can understand this point, and seeing such a miraculous scene, any audience member will not be stingy with their cheers.
Until a group of people appeared in the center of the arena who seemed to have walked out of the painting, the audience around Count Cruz went into a state of madness.
This crazy state is like a loyal admirer seeing his gladiator appear on the field, and it is even more exaggerated.
"Squiverer! It's really the living shiverer Laura Hughes! He actually appeared directly on the field."
"He looks taller than in the game!"
The trembling man, this name is something that the older generation of Iron Nation people don't want to hear. Maybe the people of the Frost Nation regard this trembling man as a hero, but in the eyes of Count Cruz... He must spit on this guy's tombstone. A mouthful of phlegm.
But in fact, the history related to the trembling man is too long, and the young people who have reached the country of steel have forgotten his existence.
Few people of Count Cruz's generation know this shiver...
But now all the audience around Count Cruz knew all about the trembling ones, no matter which country they were from!
When did this damn thug become so famous
"Crossil team second-hand chose the deep sea banshee and the elf pioneer!"
The explanation of the brass dragon interrupted Count Cruz's thinking at this moment.
On the arena below, a hero with a snake tail slid her tail to the altar where the Crowhill team was located, and finally stayed beside the player named Brera.
The deep sea banshee, a creature that should have existed only in the legend of the Land of the Sea, has now also appeared on the arena.
There was another elf who came to the side of the Crowhill team with this siren.
After the elf leader walked onto the stage, he released a falcon made of green brilliance that circled the entire arena.
Wherever the falcon flies, colorful petals have fallen... The atmosphere of the entire arena has been raised to a higher level.
"Kamshikna seems to be smiling at me!"
"Don't worry about this, don't you think Kamshikna's bust is much bigger than in the game!"
Count Cruz's eyes are annotating the following "heroes walking out of paintings", but his ears are silently listening to the comments of the surrounding audience.
They were still discussing the origins of those heroes at first, and now they seem to be talking about some bad topics.
"Speaking of which, I've seen a collection of hidden paintings by the elf pioneer, and the content is absolutely excellent."
"What? You saw there..."
"Can the two friends take a step to talk?"
Count Cruz listened to the group of audience below him discussing the trend of getting a little bit stale. He coughed a few times, and then stared at the audience who were discussing inappropriate topics with stern eyes.
This is a battlefield with cast iron players, and in the eyes of Count Cruz, it is also a blasphemy for the audience to talk about this topic.
Count Cruz's stern eyes paid off, and they all closed their mouths.
"Hey! You can buy those art books you mentioned there."
Joshua, who was behind Count Cruz, asked the audience below aloud at this time, but they ignored Joshua and didn't even turn their heads.
"Are you really interested in those collections?"
Qiao Xiu didn't ask any further questions, and Ciri, who was sitting next to Qiao Xiu, gently tugged at the corner of Qiao Xiu's clothes.
"It's not of interest. This book should be considered a forbidden book in Nolan."
Joshua and Ciri have been together for such a long time, and they clearly know that praising another woman's breasts in front of Ciri is enough to make Ciri sad enough to triple her appetite.
The elf pioneer Kamshikna is the best figure among the heroines of the Holy Spirit at present, and Joshua's modeling is also very delicate, which has also led many Holy Spirit players to regard her as a dream lover.
But it's a pity that Tailin's fans at least still participate in Tailin's concert. If you are lucky, you can shake hands and have something to think about.
The admirer of this elf pioneer probably... can only maintain spiritual love.
However, compared with this pioneer, Ciri is a complete failure in terms of stature.
"I mean..." Ciri paused for a while after saying this, and finally put her lips to Joshua's ear and whispered, "If you want to see it, actually... I can draw too."
What a nice girl.
This is the only thought of Joshua right now. When you need it, he is willing to help you draw a small picture book of your favorite avatar... Joshua was moved to tears.
"Then go back and help me draw a book, if the protagonist... Cough! Let's watch the game first."
Joshua realized that he was sitting in a public place, and stopped this bad topic rationally.
On the other hand, the current Count Cruz, the audience who did not understand the etiquette just now, discussing some indecent topics in front of so many people did make him very angry, but this anger quickly dissipated with the explanation of the brass dragon.
"The fourth hero chosen by the cast iron is the folding sword Gomer. Their team lineup has been basically determined. It looks like a strong attack line with the folding sword as the core output point."
Count Cruz had never played the Holy Spirit, so he didn't understand what the Brass Dragon was saying, but for the audience sitting around Count Cruz, a huge qualitative change had taken place in the topic at this moment.
"Isn't there a god-given daughter in the cast iron team... How could it be that the folding sword is the core, and the folding sword should play in the roaming position."
"In case the daughter of a gift is just an ordinary support, there is no problem with her skills as a support."
"The heroes of the Crosil team are mostly control skills, and the folding sword has no chance at all."
Count Cruz felt a little dizzy. This feeling was like a group of rats who were wandering in the shadows of the street, talking about what had happened recently. In the next second, they turned into commanders on the battlefield. .
They were talking on the map of the battlefield, and the key point was that Count Cruz had never played Holy Spirit.
"Everyone sitting around you is a Holy Spirit player, and they are as familiar with this battlefield as the contestants below." Joshua's voice sounded behind Count Cruz.
"The audience was once a warrior on this battlefield..."
Count Cruz muttered to himself, this situation is absolutely impossible in the gladiatorial competition of the Iron Country.
The audience who came here simply bought the tickets and wanted to watch the bloody duel. The audience did not understand the gladiatorial competition, let alone experienced it personally. Almost all the audience were a group of laypeople.
All those spectators can do is buy tickets and shout the name of the side they support. If it is in a relatively low-end game, they will bet on which side will win.
But all the audience here are soldiers who have experienced the battlefield of the Holy Spirit. They gathered together and began to predict the direction of this battlefield.
Count Cruz listened to their discussion quietly. Those keywords sounded very familiar to him, but they were completely different from the real battlefield.
Seeing how they were having such a heated discussion, Count Cruz suddenly had the idea of joining it, but unfortunately... He didn't understand this game at all.
If he could still talk eloquently on the battlefield in reality, unfortunately now he opened his mouth and could only choose to remain silent.
"The heroes of both sides have been selected, and the horn of war has sounded... The God-given daughter of the Iron Man chose the middle lane, and the hero she is about to face is the enemy's deep sea banshee."
The Brass Dragon announced the official start of the first duel in the Open.
The five heroes chosen by the Crosil team jumped directly into the altar below the battlefield of the Holy Spirit. The horn sounded throughout the arena, and the heroes led the soldiers to set foot on the battlefield of this dispute.